Bright Eyes - Light Pollution Lyrics

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Johnny Hobson was a good man

He used to loan me books and mic stands

He even got me a subscription

To the Socialist Review

Listening to records in his basement

Old folk songs about the government

It's love of money not the market

He said these fuckers push on you

And freedom yells it don't cry

Whatever selves will decide

But there's no hell when you die

So don't look so worried

He got a night life lost his day job

Pushing papers swinging pendulums

Anything to serve the function

Or to occupy some time

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You gotta earn this living somehow

You're good as dead without a bank account

But it's funny how that life has felt down

In that unemployment line

With all that trash at his feet

The pools of piss in the street

All of that filthy empathy

For the way we're feeling

Don't worry

Don't worry

Don't worry

The billboards shade

The flags they wave

The anthem's playing loud

The baseball game was letting out

And all at once

You saw the dust and hurt

And turned the sound

Got in his truck and turned around

Drove out through the crowd and the cops

Drove out past that center mall

Drove out past that sickening sprawl

Out past that fenced in gold

And maybe he lost control

Fucking with the radio

But I bet the stars seem so close

At the end

At the end

At the end

At the end

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